高中英语选修课英语文学欣赏 夜莺与玫瑰 教学课件.docx

1、高中英语选修课英语文学欣赏 夜莺与玫瑰 教学课件高中英语选修课：英语文学欣赏 夜莺与玫瑰 教学课件 The Nightingale And The Rose Oscar Wilde ”She said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses,” cried the young Student, ”but in all my garden there is no red rose.” From her nest in the oak tree（栎树） the Nightingale heard him, and she lo

2、oked out through the leaves and wondered. ”No red rose in all my garden!” he cried, and his beautiful eyes filled with tears.”Ah, on what little things does happine depend! I have read all that the wise men have written, and all the secrets of philosophy are mine, yet for want of a red rose is my li

3、fe made wretched.”（不幸的、悲惨的） ”Here at last is a true lover,” said the Nightingale.”Night after night have I sung of him, though I knew him not: night after night have I told his story to the stars and now I see hair is dark as the hyacinth(风信子)- bloom, and his lips are red as the rose of his desire;

4、but paion has made his face like pale ivory, and sorrow has set her seal upon his brow.” ”The Prince gives a ball to-morrow night,” murmured the young student, ”and my love will be of the I bring her a red rose she will dance with me till I bring her a red rose, I should hold her in my arms, and she

5、 will lean her head upon my shoulder, and her hand will be clasped in there is no red rose in my garden, so I shall sit lonely, and she will pa me will have no heed of me, and my heart will break.” ”Here, indeed, is the true lover,” said the Nightingale.”What I sing of, he suffers: what is joy to me

6、, to him is love is a wonderful is more precious than emeralds（绿宝石）, and dearer than fine opals（猫眼石） .Pearls and pomegranates（石榴石） cannot buy it, nor is it set forth in the market- may not be purchased of the merchants, nor can it be weighed out in the balance for gold.” ”The musicians will sit in t

7、heir gallery,” said the young Student, ”and play upon their stringed instruments, and my love will dance to the sound of the harp and the will dance so lightly that her feet will not touch the floor, and the courtiers in their gay drees will throng round with me she will not dance, for I have no red

8、 rose to give her:” and he flung himself down on the gra, and buried his face in his hands, and wept. ”Why is he weeping?” asked a little Green Lizard, as he ran past him with his tail in the air. ”Why, indeed?” said a Butterfly, who was fluttering about after a sunbeam. ”Why, indeed?” whispered a D

9、aisy to his neighbour, in a soft, low voice. ”He is weeping for a red rose,” said the Nightingale. ”For a red rose?” they cried: ”how very ridiculous!” and the little Lizard, who was something of a cynic , laughed outright. But the Nightingale understood the secret of the Students sorrow, and she sa

10、t silent in the oak-tree, and thought about the mystery of Love. Suddenly she spread her brown wings for flight, and soared into the paed through the grove like a shadow and like a shadow she sailed acro the garden. In the center of the gra-plot was standing a beautiful Rose-tree, and when she saw i

11、t she flew over to it, and lit upon a spray. ”Give me a red rose,” she cried, ”and I will sing you my sweetest song.” But the Tree shook its head. ”My roses are white,” it answered; ”as white as the foam of the sea, and whiter than the snow upon the go to my brother who grows round the old sun-dial（

12、日规） , and perhaps he will give you what you want.” So the Nightingale flew over to the Rose-tree that was growing round the old sun-dial. ”Give me a red rose,” she cried, ”and I will sing you my sweetest song.” But the Tree shook its head. ”My roses are yellow,” it answered; ”as yellow as the hair o

13、f the mermaiden（美人鱼） who sits upon an amber throne, and yellower than the daffodil that blooms in the meadow（割草机） before the mower es with his go to my brother who grows beneath the Students window, and perhaps he will give you what you want.” So the Nightingale flew over to the Rose-tree that was g

14、rowing beneath the Students window. ”Give me a red rose,” she cried, ”and I will sing you my sweetest song.” But the Tree shook its head. ”My roses are red,” it answered, ”as red as the feet of the dove, and redder than the great fans of coral that wave and wave in the ocean- the winter has chilled

15、my veins, and the frost has nipped my buds, and the storm has broken my branches, and I shall have no roses at all this year.” ”One red rose is all I want,” cried the Nightingale, ”only one red rose! Is there no way by which I can get it?” ”There is a way,” answered the Tree; ”but it is so terrible

16、that I dare not tell it to you.” ”Tell it to me,” said the Nightingale, ”I am not afraid.” ”If you want a red rose,” said the Tree, ”you must build it out of music by moonlight, and stain（染色） it with your own hearts must sing to me with your breast against a night long you must sing to me, and the t

17、horn must pierce（刺穿） your heart, and your life-blood must flow into my veins（静脉）, and bee mine.” ”Death is a great price to pay for a red rose,” cried the Nightingale, ”and Life is very dear to is pleasant to sit in the green wood, and to watch the Sun in his chariot of gold, and the Moon in her cha

18、riot of is the scent of the hawthorn, and sweet are the bluebells that hide in the valley, and the heather that blows on the love is better than Life, and what is the heart of a bird pared to the heart of a man?” So she spread her brown wings for flight, and soared into the swept over the garden lik

19、e a shadow, and like a shadow she sailed through the grove. The young Student was still lying on the gra, where she had left him, and the tears were not yet dry in his beautiful eyes. ”Be happy,” cried the Nightingale, ”be happy; you shall have your red will build it out of music by moonlight, and s

20、tain it with my own hearts that I ask of you in return is that you will be a true lover, for Love is wiser than Philosophy , though he is wise, and mightier than Power, though he is -coloured are his wings, and coloured like flame is his lips are sweet as honey, and his breath is like frankincense.”

21、 The Student looked up from the gra, and listened, but he could not understand what the Nightingale was saying to him, for he only knew the things that are written down in books. But the Oak-tree understood, and felt sad, for he was very fond of the little Nightingale, who had built her nest in his

22、branches. ”Sing me one last song,” he whispered; ”I shall feel lonely when you are gone.” So the Nightingale sang to the Oak-tree, and her voice was like water bubbling from a silver jar. When she had finished her song, the Student got up, and pulled a note-book and a lead-pencil out of his pocket.

23、”She has form,” he said to himself, as he walked away through the grove”that cannot be denied to her; but has she got feeling? I am afraid fact, she is like most artists; she is all style without any would not sacrifice herself for thinks merely of music, and everybody knows that the arts are , it m

24、ust be admitted that she has some beautiful notes in her a pity it is that they do not mean anything, or do any practical good!” And he went into his room, and lay down on his little pallet-bed, and began to think of his love; and, after a time, he fell asleep. And when the moon shone in the heavens

25、 the Nightingale flew to the Rose-tree, and set her breast against the night long she sang, with her breast against the thorn, and the cold crystal Moon leaned down and night long she sang, and the thorn went deeper and deeper into her breast, and her life-blood ebbed away（逐渐消失） from her. She sang f

26、irst of the birth of love in the heart of a boy and a on the topmost spray of the Rose-tree there bloomed a marvelous rose, petal following petal, as song followed was it, at first, as the mist that hangs over the riverpale as the feet of the morning, and silver as the wings of the the shadow of a r

27、ose in a mirror of silver, as the shadow of a rose in a water-pool, so was the rose that bloomed on the topmost spray of the Tree. But the Tree cried to the Nightingale to pre closer against the thorn.”Pre closer, little Nightingale,” cried the Tree, ”or the Day will e before the rose is finished.”

28、So the Nightingale preed closer against the thorn, and louder and louder grew her song, for she sang of the birth of paion in the soul of a man and a maid. And a delicate flush of pink came into the leaves of the rose, like the flush in the face of the bridegroom when he kies the lips of the the tho

29、rn had not yet reached her heart, so the roses heart remained white, for only a Nightingales hearts blood can crimson the heart of a rose. And the Tree cried to the Nightingale to pre closer against the thorn.”Pre closer, little Nightingale,” cried the Tree, ”or the Day will e before the rose is fin

30、ished.” So the Nightingale preed closer against the thorn, and the thorn touched her heart, and a fierce pang of pain shot through , bitter was the pain, and wilder and wilder grew her song, for she sang of the Love that is perfected by Death, of the Love that dies not in the tomb. And the marvelous

31、 rose became crimson , like the rose of the eastern was the girdle of petals, and crimson as a ruby was the heart. But the Nightingale voice grew fainter（虚弱的）, and her little wings began to beat, and a film came over her and fainter grew her song, and she felt something choking her in her throat. Th

32、en she gave one last burst of white Moon heard it, and she forgot the dawn, and lingered on（停留在） in the red rose heard it, and it trembled all over with ecstasy（狂喜）, and opened its petals to the cold morning bore it to her purple cavern in the hills, and woke the sleeping shepherds from their floated through the reeds of the river, and they carried its meage to the sea. ”Look, look!” cried the Tree, ”the rose is finished now;” but the Nightingale made no